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In large cities, the retail trade in medicines - rather profitable kind of business. Judge for yourself: there is always a demand, the retail mark-up to 40%. But to get into the ranks of traders health is not so simple. This business is closely monitored by a variety of medical and other auditors. And in small towns and remote areas it is not always possible to find a pharmacy located near and the more rare medicine. How to be? You have the support of the Canadian pharmacy in which medications can be ordered for home delivery. Some of our consultants have noted that many of the pharmacy service day not more than a hundred customers, but by evaluating the effectiveness of such institutions abstained.

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It was as though everyone who was infected by the Bozo Virus (BV) had received an extensive education at the Barnum and Bailey Clown College. In fact, one of the early ways of detecting the infection was for doctors to test if patients could juggle, even just a little bit.

It was a sign of the hilarious malady to come.

In addition to physical skills, victims of BV had a gnosis of clowning techniques. For example, after the onset of the physical symptoms, sufferers would understand the idea of having a framework, a general structure for an act, whether a short “side dish” or a longer “entrée.” These would be fleshed out (and covered with whiteface) with bits, gags (running and stand-alone), and occasionally, with some business. Sometimes with props, sometimes with other clowns.

For some, the disease was relentless. As soon as they had a framework, and another victim or prop to work with, and even some weak business, they would start the show. It didn’t matter if they had an audience or not. It didn’t matter if they were any good. They just needed to clown.

But the laughter that clowns and virus victims alike long to hear would never come. The blow off arrived, but there would be silence. Many a joke “chomped the flower”, and produced nary a chuckle.

These poor bastards did not have to wait for the inevitable end of the Bozo Virus. The end would find them sooner. As their gags died, so did they. In horrible, horrible droves.

Some lay on railroad tracks, some took pills, and a lucky few found cannons to fire themselves from. Most of them would just pretend they tripped on something, and fall into traffic. (This was dreadful on two fronts: in addition to the guilt of thinking they’d just killed someone, drivers discovered how impossible it was to get pancake makeup off their fenders.)